Anyone who sits next to me long enough is bound to hear me rant about food. This goes far beyond drinking-the-Whole-Foods’-koolaid-organic lifestyle (in fact, I don’t give a rat’s patootie about certified organic, which is based on government standards for those chemicals it deems “okay”). I can talk ad naseum about the CSA movement (for … Continue reading
Today I write only peripherally about myself. A couple of days ago, a little boy (roughly the same age and size as my son) disappeared. The worst happened, and his body was found late last night. There are already some suspects in custody, so some small manner of justice may be exerted. In these types … Continue reading
My home is a bastion of tolerance. This is not to say we don’t have our prejudices; as they say in Avenue Q, “Everyone’s a little bit racist!” Living across from Ground Zero, for example, it can be difficult not to jump to conclusions about certain populations (of course, living a block away from Goldman … Continue reading
I’ve started telling a few people about my plan to travel the world doing Wwoof, dragging a kid in tow. Most people think it’s a really good idea… except for those who don’t. The first thing most of these friends bring up is the whole safety issue. Yes, I do worry about getting a toothache … Continue reading
I think one of the most difficult things about writing a blog (or anything truly autobiographical, for that matter) is how much do I reveal about the real things in my life. How much truth is too much truth? I’m not malicious or cruel by my nature, so even if someone has truly wronged me, … Continue reading
I didn’t manage to get to yesterday’s post. Here’s my life in a nutshell. A victim of the economy and an indifferent partner, I quit my legit job just about a year ago so that I could be here for my kids. I do 100% of the parenting 99% of the time (the ex does … Continue reading
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